Hung on the back of the carriage was a large tower shield, tied top and bottom to limit the banging from the uneven forest road. On a fold down seat on the back of the coach was Verris, sitting quietly watching the road of the Sablewoods vanish into the trees as they made steady progress on the trails.
The strange creatures were made less strange as the foliage also took on an altered nature as well. These were things that Verris was at least familiar with, though not knowledgable about. They could tell you what you might find in here, but not details about the nature they lived in, what they ate, or when they slept.
When the wagon came to a stop as darkness filled in the forest, they expected that the group had decided to stop for the night, finding a good place to set up camp. But a quick peek around the side of the carriage showed what the issue really was. "Strix Wolves."
These creatures were dangerous, and always hungry. Verris pulled the slip knots that released the tower shield, and they moved forward toward the front. The woods were a natural home to them, so Verris was able to move very quietly to the front where the horses were. (LightfootYour movement is naturally silent. Gain advantage on any Action Rolls you make to move without being heard. Spend a Hope to also grant this ability to an ally while they stay within very close range of you.)
"We have greater numbers, that might be enough to force them away." This was mostly said as a measure of hope rather than actual fact. Verris sifted through their memories about what they might remember.
RollRecall info on Strix Wolves: 11 with Fear